Demon Slayer Drum Demon の小説・ストーリー

She retreated quickly and threw a big drum in her hand. The drum was surrounded by sharp beast bones and blood-stained beast skin. As soon as it appeared, countless Demonic Beasts roared violently. Countless Demonic Beasts' souls were condensed at this moment. They were extremely ferocious and fierce, layer by layer, rushing toward Caspian. "Haha." There was a sneer behind the ice. Then, the outstretched palm grabbed forward and tore. All the demonic beasts let out miserable howls and were torn into pieces like paper. They were all destroyed by the storm.

Before he could strike, The Demon applauded Apex’s abilities as a warrior and a fellow berserker only the strong shall be recognized while the weak shall become their stepping stone to even greater power. The lesser demon raised his weapon against the beast proclaiming his strength as he said with pride. "I am Draxor the kingslayer, these livestock are nothing lesser than a stepping stone to even greater feats of power. I ask you on behalf of the northern king for you to join us in our conquest of true power!” The Demon boasted. Apex offered no words to speak as he spitted at the demon’s offer wasting no time he punched Draxos in the chest with enough force to destroy two dozen mountains at

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

Damien’s lips moved, shaking, at first silent, then in a broken whisper. “…nam us edat… debita ruon suov… suov edat ed… tpecxe suov sa… suov edat ed…” Each mangled syllable was punctuated by the demon thrusting deeper. The ridges dragged brutally against his walls. Every backward word forced another inch inside until on “sutats suov ed”...the demon bottomed out, balls slapping wetly against Damien’s ass, cockhead kissing his deepest places. Damien’s chant broke into a wail.

The Reaper hits with a meat-heavy thud and slides down, motionless. The third Reaper—the driver—scrambles for his gun. Drakon releases the chain. He whips it. The steel links strike the man’s hand, shattering bones. The gun clatters to the asphalt. Drakon charges. He’s a demon. A monster of leather and vengeance. He tackles the driver, driving him into the dumpsters. The metal bins crash and tip, spilling garbage everywhere. Drakon wraps the chain around his fist. He starts punching.

A flood of demons melted from the darkness, at least a dozen of them, all staring at us with suspicion. "Long live Ruler," Ram said softly. The group relaxed as a unit, one stepping forward. She was a bulky demon, shoulders wider than Ram's, eyes too close together, a horn sheared off at her shaved scalp. A thin scar ran the length of her cheek, disappearing down her neck, corded muscles in her arms and bare legs intimidating. "Luprimustica," she said, voice gruff and manly. "Rameranselot," my companion said. "I have a meeting with Leader."

If I didn't see Damion stabbing me with a knife, I will see a woman chanting and trying to drain all my blood. These dreams were so real and painful. I cried out in pain most times. I was begging Damion to stop stabbing me that I don't want to die. But then he won't listen. He kept telling me he is sorry that he didn't have a choice. That I don't understand. Is anyone threatening him to kill me? Or is the demon Alpha controlling him to submit to him by proving his loyalty, he has to kill me. All these was really confusing to me. I just don't want to die. I want to survive.